#MOOD – #jasminroberts “Black Man, White House”
There was a time …
When I wrote poems just to get me through … until the next time we met.
We don’t know each other anymore.
When you need to go off a bit for the people.
A man unrequitedly in love will stand outside your home and knock, throw, kick, holler, relentless in pursuit. Foreign to the idea of a space he is unwelcome in. A woman unrequitedly in love will sit. She’s far away from your house. She knows it’s not for her. She will wait, she has gifts prepared if she is ever invited in. She has herself prepared if she’s not.
(via blueklectic)
Concept: You love me. We aren’t afraid of hurting each other. It’s warm outside and we have a dog. We can be honest and free and play in the river. Things aren’t perfect, but they seem like they are because we’re both finally happy.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.
Stephen King, The Stand (via hopedownthedrain)
(Source: booksnquotes.com, via birdwings)